Iris Smith Billionaire Novels & Stories

However, one thing that I noticed about this individual was that he had many females lurking around him and they were all models. I knew that in the back of my mind, there is still this small voice stating that I could never beat a model when it comes to a man since they are paid for their looks whilst I'm not. However, I didn't get much time to think about this daunting idea that I still had as I was interrupted by my nan and a woman next to her who looked around the same age as my mother. "Nipotina dear, I would like you to meet Iris, she is the wife of Arron McKinley who you may know as the previous CEO of McKinley Enterprise." My Nan introduced this sweet lady to me, and I knew I recogni

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

"Because I didn’t tell her that I was coming yesterday. Even she beat me, Hasan ح؞ؖ...." Hearing this, I broke into laughing ؂... "Hey, don't laugh at me. Don’t you feel sad for me…ء??” "Jubayer, to the world, you are an arrogant and heartless billionaire but in front of my sister, you are still a fearing man. I wonder what if people come to know that the famous billionaire, Mr. Jubayer Ahmed fears of his wife…!! What will happen then, my brother in law ؜???”

His smile was thin, his eyes glinting with a darkness I was very familiar with. After I’d seen the name on Layla’s invitation card, I relayed everything to Owens, and he was still pulling information on him. All I knew right now was that he was a fucking billionaire, richer than I was. The owner of an investment firm. But of course, that wasn’t his only business. And now, I was also sure that he was Iris’s father. If the crest on the envelope wasn’t enough proof, the fact that Iris looked just like him was.

Chris cursed and turned to face Sinclair. "What... Why??? What??" "What the hell do you want from my woman that warrants you acting like a mad dog?" Chris asked before he could form all of the questions running through his head. 'How did she become his woman? What's going on here?' Sinclair screamed in his mind. He kept wondering how on Earth Ivy had gotten to know Chris Evans and her dressing. Was he seeing things? She looked so beautiful dressed like that. "Hi, I am Sinclair and I need to have a word with Ivy." He said to Chris as humbly as he could. He was there to talk to Ivy and not to get himself into trouble with the richest billionaire in the country. Not just in the country but, he

Different thoughts ran through my head as I finally decided to go home. I called my driver and he took me to the destination. But I had to pick up some documents and hide my face from the public for a while, or else, the whole world would hear the news that the famous billionaire CEO was arrested for stealing a diamond ring. This was insane. The only reason I got to ignore Iris was because she’s Natalie’s sister, if not. I’d be kicking her as. I am reputable to not be messed with, but she did and I’ll let it slide just for the sake of Natalie. If any catastrophe happens again, I’d not overlook it.

Iris shook her head immediately “Your services are impeccable and it has nothing to do with that. I need the money for something urgent so I would appreciate if it’s arranged immediately. The account would be funded as soon as my situation is resolved” “But the money we are talking about is almost thirty million euros and you want it in cash if I am correct?” Iris gasped silently in shock. Thirty what? She had no idea that she made that much in almost a year. She knew there had to be interest for not touching the money during this period and also some of the money she made from her position as a publisher but she hadn’t expected this much. “Yes” She struggled to speak “It’s an emergency and

Brian’s image stared back at me, his eyes having this smoldering look in them. He looked all man now, gone was the usual boyish charm I used to see around him. The caption said, “GHANAIAN MILLIONAIRE? BRIAN SMITH HAS MADE IT ON THE FORBES 100 LIST OF YOUNG RICH MALES.” My heart skipped a beat, a I immediately threw the magazine in the trash can near my desk. God, why? I don’t know what the hell that was, but right after I’d gotten my life on track, and could actually say I was happy, I see this.

"I shouldn't be surprised. A financial company of this size naturally has a lot of capital. Moreover, his wealth is listed in the top twenty billionaires worldwide." Jasmine smiled broadly. "So, you shouldn't be sad about your incident. Look at it from the positive side. You're now Mrs. Otis Haworth, the billionaire. I'm sure you'll get a lot of monthly money and other benefits." “Brad is also a billionaire,” I teased. Jasmine rolled her eyes. “We're talking about you, not me.” She smiled. "By the way, aren't you angry with me?" I looked at her intently. "I kept my marriage to Otis a secret."

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.